Few things are more interesting than revising. Having seen what you said, you begin to discover what you meant. It’s like psychoanalysis–except it’s free.
There are days I barely understand myself. I feel like I’m floating through my life in a haze. And then I start reading my writing, and a whole slew of things I didn’t think were on my mind are right there on the page in black and white. Sometimes it’s embarrassing. Will my beta readers find me out? What will my mother think? I fear that I have no secrets sometimes. Though, I have to admit, there’s a little bit of a thrill in that fear too… that everyone will find out what I’m really thinking… and that they’ll like it.